August, 2010

Aug 10

Life Is Good


We left Portland, Maine, Thursday morning and travelled to Burlington, Vermont, for a one-night stay. To break up the drive, we stopped at Ben & Jerry’s along the way for some second-to-none ice cream and a tour of the factory itself.

On Friday morning, just before heading home-home and putting an end to our two-week family road trip, we made a special stop at a shop called Happy Trails. This quaint clothing store, in the heart of Burlington’s Church Street Marketplace, carries Life is good t-shirts, mugs, ball caps—merchandise that promotes optimism and acts as a power for positive change. How cool is that? We stocked up on optimistic tangibles and piled into our SUV for the drive home.

Like most people, time is usually at a premium. So, as we travelled the last l-o-n-g stretch of highway, I cherished having time on my hands. I glanced at my watch and breathed a sigh of relief. We would make it back to Ajax in time to pick up our dog Goober from the kennel.

As I sat in the passenger seat that afternoon, staring aimlessly at the road ahead, my mind started reliving the week we spent on Prince Edward Island (P.E.I.). I smiled as I thought of my youngest. Hayden tends to see life on the bright side. He’s happy to just be.

During our stay on the island, my father-in-law and his wife came to visit. We met at a restaurant then returned to the cottage to continue our visit. One by one we filed into the cottage. Everyone, that is, except Hayden.

Conversation was flowing. Hayden stood on the front deck, his little face peering into the kitchen from the screened in window as he listened to the conversation and the laughter.

“Hi Mommy,” his little voice said from the window as he stood outside looking in.

“Hi Sweetie,” I replied. Looking at his cute little face in the big window reminded me of a chat we had in the car on the drive back to the cottage.

“Hey Buddy,” I said, “I found the paper and crayons you were asking about when we were in the car. Do you want to color now?”

“Sure,” he quipped. “Do I have to color out here?” he asked innocently.

“You can if you like,” I replied, “but you might be more comfortable coloring inside at the table.”

“Ok,” he said, “Can you unlock the door so I can come in?”

As so often happens, Hayden had me stunned speechless. Poor little guy. Somehow the front door had locked before he had a chance to come inside. He patiently waited outside. Never did he question why the door was locked. Nor did he question why he was left outside on the deck looking in.

I unlocked the door, let him in, and buried him in my hug. Then, Hayden got busy coloring.

Hayden looks at life from the bright side. He’s optimism in its raw state, not the store-bought kind. Life is good.

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Aug 10

On the Road Again. Next Stop: Maine


We packed up the SUV last night and hit the road this morning at around 6:30. Yup. Dark and early. We’re headed for a one-night stop in Portland, Maine, then a one-night stop in Burlington, Vermont, before making our way back home-home on Friday.

As I gaze out at the long stretch of highway before me, my mind is filled with my youngest’s humorous antics that never fail to keep us chuckling. Life through the eyes of a five-year old. So many stories to tell Haydie-Mac when he grows up.

It’s been a busy summer for Hayden. A summer filled with many firsts. He learned how to ride his two-wheel bike—without the training wheels. He learned how to swim in the deep end—without a life jacket. He learned how to blow a bubble (bubble gum). He learned how to whistle. He lost his first, and second, baby teeth. Hayden’s had a busy summer filled with firsts.

Considering how animated and energized Hayden seems to be most of the time, he is also a very relaxed, go-with-the-flow kind of child. While we were at the cottage in P.E.I. visiting with friends this past week, the kids were eating corn on the cob while the adults were catching up on five years’ worth of stories. Hayden casually pushed his chair away from the table and walked over to me by the couch where I was sitting.

“Did you find my tooth?” he asked. He asked this question much in the same way that one might ask for another glass of milk.

“You lost a tooth?” I queried incredulously as I leaped up off the couch. I was stunned. His tooth had only started to wiggle the day before.

“Yeah,” Hayden giggled. “See?” He gave me a wide grin as he pointed to the toothless gap in the middle-bottom row.

In a flash there were eight people, on hands and knees, scouring the kitchen floor for one tiny baby tooth.

“Found it!” yelled ten-year old Samantha excitedly. Samantha’s father has been friends with my husband since their teenage years. Mini crisis averted.

Hayden didn’t put his tooth under his pillow that night. His tooth had been with him for most of his life. Hayden told me that he needed a day to say good-bye to his tooth because it had become like a friend to him. He placed the tooth under his pillow the very next night for the Tooth Fairy.

Living life through the eyes of a five-year old? Priceless.

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Aug 10

The Tooth Fairy Strikes Again!


The Tooth Fairy made an appearance once again, this time for our youngest.

Hayden lost his second tooth (on the bottom) two days ago. He didn’t want to put the tooth under his pillow that night because it had been with him for five years. Hayden and his tooth had become friends. He wanted to hold onto it for a day.

And so, after thanking the tooth for sticking with him (literally) and being his friend for most of his life, Hayden kissed the tooth and placed it gently under his pillow last night. Of course, a going concern was that we are not home-home (Ajax, Ontario). Would the Tooth Fairy be able to find Hayden in Prince Edward Island (P.E.I.)?

Ava assured Hayden that, if the Tooth Fairy found her when we were visiting in Montreal a few weeks ago, the Tooth Fairy would surely find Hayden in P.E.I. 

Before he climbed into bed, Hayden asked me to help him write the Tooth Fairy a letter. It went like this:

“Dear Tooth Fairy,

Are you a girl or a boy?

How did you find me?

Thanks for finding me in P.E.I.



I awoke this morning to a squeal of delight as Hayden found $2 under his pillow and a response to his letter. This is what the Tooth Fairy had to say:

“Dear Hayden,

It is nice to see you again.

I am a boy and my name is Floyd, which is the boy name for Fluoride, in case you were wondering.

I have a very large map of the world on my wall that lights up when a child loses a tooth. It lets me know exactly where that child is when the tooth is placed under the pillow.

Enjoy the rest of your trip in P.E.I.


The Tooth Fairy (Floyd)”

Hayden can’t wait to show cousin Ella his letter from the Tooth Fairy.

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